The Boredom of Unemployment.
God bless HBO. Seriously. They’re “On Demand” package has saved my sanity this week, or at least helped maintain it some. That and the Guinness.
This is Oscar-nominated movies of 2006 week, apparently. I’ve watched Notes on a Scandal and Little Children so far. The Last King of Scotland is on now. (I’ll have to rewind.) I guess if I’m out of work this time next year, I’ll have 2007’s lot to look forward to.
I may take up reading next. I don’t care for it much, but it’ll give me something constructive to do since the movie alternatives include Weekend at Bernie’s. (I have standards.) Or, maybe I’ll be the next Diablo Cody and write a movie in my spare time.
I’ve toyed with the idea of buying lots of “learn how to speak…” audiobooks on a Sunday so that my roommate can come home on a Friday afternoon and I can order wine in several different languages at Happy Hour.
I will start with French and German. French, because everything sounds pretty, and German because everything sounds angry. I feel it’s best to have a range of extremes.
Oh my god. Forest Whitaker just farted. A lot. Now I know why he won the Oscar. Dag.
